tuesday || overcast

“Remember what mom used to say? “Shred the guilt.” 
― Miriam Toews, All My Puny Sorrows

it feels good to be back at rowing this morning
8,500 meters on my rower when i clean the machine
later i pick an armful of flowers from the yard
fill three vases and trim the sage, which has started to bloom
i put the tiny sweetness in a vase and set it in the window
the dog pouts because he never got a walk
and i think. . .  
maybe it is not too late